China Girl

“I’m looking it up … hmmm. You’re not hostile or violent. Intense though?” He gave me a considering look. “You can be intense. Like when I -”

“When you wear eyeliner?” I interrupted with a scowl.

“Now baby,” he chided, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “No need to be mean.” He pulled my hair and I glared at him. “If you don’t like what I’m saying,” he continued with a smirk as I jerked away from his touch. “You know how to shut my mouth.”